Fuego Cayendo

This Ascension


He wanted to steal her away
Spend the hours blissful
Old echoes, betrayals
He says he cant help
How he feels
He ought to, he ought to
Confront it in its guise
A vision of summer
The fires gone from my eyes
Kill them with a smile
How could a friend be so
Unkind
Awkward thing to invite
Longing
Its simple, the settling
It subsides
I thought I once held you
While you cried
The litte things I try to hide
The pain makes me feel alive
Kill them with a smile
How could a friend be so
Unkind
Awkward thing to invite
Longing
Rest in me, rest in me
A deliverance
Wanting three things
Tumbling in your mind
Rest in me, rest in me
A kind of sanctity
Where no words are needed
Cares denied


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